Alright, this is my second fic, and I'm not sure whether its going to be a oneshot, or if I'll continue it..
It doesn't go along with the books too much, I dunno. It doesn't have a war going on.
I hope you all like it, cuz I've had this idea for a year now I think,
but I haven't had the guts to write it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter or whatever, minus the plot of this story, the books and a few dolls hahaha. :)
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The pale blonde made his way slowly down the halls, he was now Head Boy, and even though he loved being able to boss others around, it did get tiring sometimes. His face wasn't as pointy as before, and his platinum blonde hair had darkened slightly, and now was a sort of off-gold color.

"Hey Draco, lets get back to our dorm, what do you say?" said a soft voice.

He turned to gaze at the speaker, and smirked slightly. Hermione sure had changed, her hair was now a lot tamer than before, and she'd become more shapely. "Yeah, I'm tired." He said, raising an eyebrow as she smile shyly.
Together they made their way to their own dorm, another plus of being Head Boy and Girl.

"Butterscotch." Hermione mumbled, looking up at the portrait of a very Victorian styled woman. The lady nodded, swinging open, and Hermione and Draco stumbled inside, obviously exhausted.

Draco headed towards his room, loosening his silver and green striped tie while Hermione walked to a door a little ways away from his, to her bedroom. They both mumbled a polite "goodnight" before losing the doors to their bedrooms.

The blonde quickly threw off his clothes, wrapped a towel around himself, and walked into their adjoined bathroom where he turned on the bubbles for the large pool, much like the one in the Prefect's bathroom, except in a circular shape instead of rectangular. He dropped the towel, and with a contented sigh, slid into the large tub.
He closed his eyes, humming a small tune as he drifted in and out of sleep, letting the bubbles swarm around him warmly.
Hermione removed her clothing, folding it and placing it in the dirty clothes hamper. She wrapped a toiwel around her lithe form, and stepped into the bathroom. She immediately noticed the blonde in the water, but was suddenly taken over by her hormonal urges. She dropped the towel on the floor, and very quietly made her way to the tub. She slid in gently, and quietly made her way towards her once enemy.

Draco gave a pleasant sigh of contentment, dipping under the water to wet his hair, and then plunging upwards. He rubbed his eyes, and opened them to catch sight of the most beautiful, round breasts. Hermione lowered herself, placing her arms on Draco's muscular shoulders.
"Hey Draco.." She said softly, giggling. He licked his lips, looking into her warm amber eyes.

"H-hey.." He stuttered, feeling himself grow hard as she pressed herself close to him.

"What's the matter, don't you like this?" She giggled again, placing tender kisses all along his jawline and down his neck. He nodded, wrapping his arms around her thin waist. She surprised him by placing her lips full on his, soft and luscious, they were perfect.
Draco kissed back with rivaled passion, pulling Hermione closer to him so that she gasped as she felt his hardened friend against her inner thigh. This he took to his advantage, sticking his tongue into her mouth.
They remained like this for several minutes until they both pulled away, panting for air.

"Well, this sure is pleasant," Draco mumbled, sliding a hand lower to her curved butt. She groaned and then giggled once more.

"Why yes it is, Draco." She purred, putting both hands on his toned chest. She pushed away from him, sliding to the edge of the tub, and pulling herself up. She stretched her arms above her head, and fluttered her eyelashes, "Like what you see?" She asked, running a hand down her neck, past her breasts, and then to her thigh, where her hand rested as she gazed at him expectantly.
He nodded, biting his lower lip and swimming gently through the water so that he was in front of her.
He lifted his arms out of the water, running his fingers over her silky smooth legs, to her waist, and pulled her down into the water.

"I love what I see." He groaned, placing his lips on her neck and proceeding to give her a small, tender hickey.

"Do you?" She moaned, wrapping her arms around him once more.
He mumbled something, and then kissed her feverishly.
She moaned again, "Oh Draco, take me.. please.."

He lifted himself up, and then pulled her up beside him, and settled himself on top of her, hosting himself up slightly. She smiled at him and he kissed her again.

"Are you sure?" He murmured, burying his face in her breasts.
She nodded, tucking her fingers under his chin and lifting it so he could look her in the eyes.

"Yes."
He grinned, and positioned himself. Draco bit his lip again in concentration, and then thrusted in roughly. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, screaming.
He pushed himself in deeper, before pulling out a bit and then thrusting in again.
She groaned and screamed his name in ecstasy, nails scraping his gleaming back. He grunted a few times, murmuring her name gently.

Then with an excited yell, he came. Both were filled with an unwordable pleasure, and then he collapsed beside her, and she rolled over so she lay on top of him, showering him in kisses.

"That was amazing.." She groaned, kissing his earlobe.
He placed a hand on her breast, caressing it gently, the other running through her hair.
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"Oi, Malfoy! Get up, you missed all your morning classes, and its lunch now! Will you get up?" Hermione said crossly, moving to open the curtains. "Malfoy!"
He opened his eyes, grumbling slightly.

"Draco Malfoy, get the hell up." She said, crossing her arms and standing at the foot of his bed.
Her eyes were narrowed in annoyance, and her soft, curly hair gleamed in the streaming sunlight.

"Whuttimeizzit?" He mumbled, not recognizing her at first.

"It's late, thats what time it is, now get your sorry ferrety ass out of bed!" She said, slamming the door behind her as she stomped down to the Great Hall.
Draco's face suddenly turned the color of a tomato as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Was that a dream...?" He asked, chest tightening, and butterflies suddenly in his prefectly toned stomach. He got out of bed, and then dressed as quickly as he could before hedding down to get himself a late breakfast.

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So, did you like it? Oneshot I'm sure,
but if 10 people want me to continue it, then I will.
Second story, and I'm damn proud! :D